Page 212 of Silenced

Then, he wreaks further devastation on his poor wife… He coats my clit with his cum as he continues to rub the center of my pleasure, not stopping until I bite his shoulder. Until I sob again. Until I clench around him, not wanting to let go of him, not wanting him to leave me.

The next thing I know, I’m not against the wall. I’m in our bed and he’s looming over me, studying me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.

I might be coming in a close second in the future, but that’s a demotion I can handle…

His eyes burn with heat as if he didn’t just take me moments ago, as if his cum isn’t pooling between my thighs.

“There was a time when this painting was the only sunlight in my life,” he rumbles, making me angle my head back on the pillow to flick a glance at the Clyfford Still above the bed. “I would give it away plus everything else I own to keep you at my side,solnyshko.”

“Aren’t you lucky I come for free?” I tease, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of his lips.

He grunts then starts to move, ultimately laying his head on my belly, muttering, “I never imagined you’d give me the sun as well as the stars,solnyshko.”

Stroking my hands through his hair, I smile. “Only fitting seeing as you gave me the moon.”

A moon I didn’t think I’d be gifted with—not at my age, not with my problems.

A soft breath escapes him, then he continues on his way down, down, down.

As he studies my pussy, a pussy that he shaved this morning, and watches his cum trickle out of me, making a mess on the sheets beneath us, he states grimly, “If you faint again, I’ll kill Grigoriy.”

That has me huffing as I lean on my elbows. “Hey, no murder in bed. I told you that already.”

“He hid this secret from me,” he signs before his tongue flickers out so that he can circle my sensitive clit.

I shudder as I watch him.

There’s something animalistic about watching him eat his own cum and it’ll never not annihilate me.

I spread my legs because, again, I deserve this—fainting wasn’t fun, and the landing was worse. Thank God for the million guards I have or I could have really hurt myself.

Not that I share that fact with Niko—I’ll have a detail of two million by tomorrow.

“Only because I didn’t want to get your hopes up,” I mumble, eyes turning dazed as he goes to town on me.

“No secrets, Cassiopeia,” he chides, speaking the words this time.

“Like you ‘forgot’ to tell me about getting Oborin and Yolkin—” The Pakhans of Arizona and Chicago who were nowShukhers—leaders in The Forgotten Boys. “—on board?”

He grumbles and I feel the soft vibration against my pussy.

“Like you ‘forgot’ to tell me that Dmitri and I are cousins?”

He grumbles some more then has me crying out when he leaves, but he’s soon back between my thighs and his wunderdick is sliding through my folds.

When his tongue teases mine and I taste us both, he continues rocking his hips, nudging my clit with every thrust until release sparks through me.

Fire slaloms through my veins, lighting me up from the inside out as pleasure overtakes my senses. Throughout it all, he doesn’t relent on the kiss—stealing my air which intensifies my orgasm.

My entire being quivering in reaction, it takes a while for me to come back, for the earth to be beneath my feet once more, and when it does, when he knows I’ve returned to him, he murmurs, “No business or family talk in bed.”

I roll my eyes and, hoarsely, joke, “I think I prefer it when you’re silent.”

Humor lights up his face—an expression that I know I’m privileged to see.

Cupping his chin with one hand, I trail my other over his cheekbone.

Right here, in this bed, is my entire world. My future too.Ourfuture.

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